..The Good Morrow by John Donne“My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,And true plain hearts do the faces rest,Where can we find two better hemispheresWithout sharp North, without descending West?Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;If our two loves be one, or, thou and ILove so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.”.. ----------------------------------------------------

"The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and ( c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love." - Tom Robbins

.."The supreme state of human love is the unity of one soul within two bodies" -- Sri Aurobindo

.My Tangled Hair

My tangled hairI shall not cut,Your hand, my dearest,Touched it as a pillow.Anonymous - Translated from Japanese

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"This is my beloved and this is my friend." - Song of Solomon..-------------------------------------------------We're the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters, triumphs, challenges, impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and LOVE!- Richard Bach excerpt "The Bridge Across Forever"..-------------------------------------------------.From Song to Celia by Ben JonsonDrink to me onlyWith thine eyes,And I will pledgeWith mine;Or leave a kiss butIn the cupAnd I’ll not lookFor wine.

."We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down.
And people still wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved!"
- Anonymous

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAMby
Edgar Allan Poe A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,While I weep-wile I weep!O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp?O God! Can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

ONE BRIGHT PEARL
I seek you in the crowded streets,
Amid the turmoil of the day,
The secrecy of night,
where feet
Of millions trample on the ways
You went—and where I
follow too,
With one bright Pearl I
bear for you.

The precious jewel that I possess,
I would that somehow I could show
Your eyes; for I must
needs confess,
My heart begins to overflow
When faithless doubt
demands I prove
The one bright Pearl I
bear for you.
Or shall I say that in its orb
We sink forever, in the midst
Of nowhere, that all wealth
is stored,
And poverty, in the abyss
Of all that we have
wandered through?
This one bright Pearl I
bear for you.

Forsake me you cannot, no
more
Than from your breast
could I, estranged,
Be sundered. Our one
ocean roars
Its epic of incessant
change--
Returns upon itself, yet
broods
The one bright Pearl I
bear for you.

The Logos in the Scriptures taught
That Man was not to live
alone;
And so I seek you as I ought:
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.
See with these eyes,
that you may view
The one bright Pearl I
bear for you.

.Under the magnetism
of friendship
the modest man
becomes bold,
the shy, confident.-
William M. Thackerary

A
happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the
enjoyments of sense and reason, and, indeed, all the sweets of life.
- Joseph Addison

First Love by John ClareI ne’er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,Her face it bloomed like a sweet flowerAnd stole my heart away complete.My face turned pale as deadly pale.My legs refused to walk away,And when she looked, what could I ail?My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my faceAnd took my eyesight quite away,The trees and bushes round the placeSeemed midnight at noonday.I could not see a single ting,Words from my eyes did start-They spoke as chords do from the string,And blood burnt round my heart.

Tread lightly on my petalled floorSTOP!And smell the perfume in the air.ComeThe bath awaitsto soften wounds too long encountered,and ease the pain of memories bitter-sweetin muscles lodged.Be here, be present my Lord,not to loose againwhat this time you may gain.